This is a song about "Riding around on my skates"

All my life ive been around crime, niggas sellin a dime, to pay rent on time,

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Til my head turns around

So i turn to look and find out

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Dreams riding him on rockets shit in his locket of rhymes from his pocket

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

"he bout to rhyme on riding dimes again?"

Been riding with my homies since day one

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

I'm always walking around with a smile on my face

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make